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Haunted Hallows' Harvest


Ghouls gather, graveyard gloom grows,

Moonlight mists mask macabre mirth,

Witches whisper, wind wails wild,

Pumpkins peer with piercing eyes,

Shadows slink, spirits stir strong,

Bats beat black beneath boughs bare,

Cauldrons crackle, casting curses,

Lanterns lure lost souls to linger,

Frost-fringed fields feel phantom feet,

Night's necromancy now nears nigh.